God Dynamight

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G0D DYNAM1GHT
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“HOW'S YOUR HAND?” day after you got discharged, you immediately went back to your work. you got scolded lightly by the owner for your sudden absence but turned into worry when they saw your bandaged hand.

“healed enough to punch you.” you replied snarky at hanma. apparently, he heard the news of you getting discharged and wasted no time to bother you— visit you, in his own words.

“yeah, i can see it's healed enough. damn back to being sassy.” hanma chuckled to himself. you just stared at him like he's some kind of weirdo.

you can't understand this man at some point, he hangs around you like you two are friends, heck, you two aren't even colleagues. he's your enemy and vice versa, and you two just had a fight like days ago.

yet, here he is, saying that he's visiting you like visiting an ill friend at the hospital. like it is the most normal thing for him to do knowing that you two are enemies.

“what's your real motive, slender man.” you're not the type to sugarcoat your words, you'll directly say whatever is in your mind, and in some situation, it is very helpful. the tall man smirked, liking how straight forward you can be.

“motive? do i need to have something like that to visit you?” you irked, you asked him directly and you're waiting for a direct answer too. you're sitting on the counter while he's just standing in front of you, clearly amuse at your irritated face.

“and if i break your neck, do i need a reason not to?” he laughed, how could you say that with a straight face.

“and if i kiss you, do i need a reason not to?” a low 'huh' managed to escape your lips before the taller man closed the gap between you two, his lips landing on yours.

the kiss didn't even last for ten seconds, it stunned you. hanma stepped back and stared at you with a satisfied smirk on his lips.

“what the... fuck.” before you could jump down from the counter, hanma sprint towards the door and ran away. clicking your tongue, you watched him getting away— you can't leave the store on its own.

“what's his problem.” you mumbled, mentally murdering hanma. you have never dated anyone nor think about dating every since, you're very focused on your goal being a hero.

that means, he's your first kiss. not that first kiss matters to you, it's just that, you're not a romantic person or whatever they call a person that makes every little detail important when they are inlove.

so that kiss he gave you would probably go down on your pre conscious mind, you'll forget about it eventually but will remember if someone will trigger the memory. still, you're murdering hanma the next time you'll see him.

the bell chimed, a big bulky man walked in and went directly to the fridge to get some beverage before walking to the counter.

“hurry up, woman, the mass will start soon.” he demanded, you irked but did not bother to say anything. he handed you the money as you packed his items. great, just great, there's no coins available for his change.